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And the shower was on.

What in the world?

The loud slam of my trailer door chilled me.

I stepped out of the bathroom, praying to be reunited with Grady, but instead Pasha was standing in front of the door, holding a gun.

I screamed, but he pointed the gun at my head.

“You’re mine, Bellichka. All mine. You ruined our partnership, you ruined my life. We spent years training and you tossed me aside. Now you’re going to pay. No way are you going to choose a monster over me.”

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Grady

The crowd was heavy and the room was stuffed with equipment. A few reporters came at me but I blew them off. The only person I wanted to see was Isa.

Watching her dance, in her element, made me truly appreciate her beauty. Though I was repulsed my Pasha’s slimy hands on my woman’s thighs, I knew in my heart that I was the only man on her mind.

I’d be reunited with my woman in minutes. The anticipation of wrapping my arms around her, this time vowing to never let her go, invigorated me. I walked out of the set toward the dressing trailers, when I heard a scream.

It was Isa.

Fuck.

I bolted toward the dressing trailers. Which one was hers? The others were labeled but there were a few unmarked. I didn’t have time to waste. I kicked down the doors, until I found hers.

Hell no.

Pasha was on top of Isa, on hand on her breast, one hand holding a gun. Her body was stark naked, stripped for this guy to ogle.

“Grady, be careful! He has a gun!”

My own gun was in the glove compartment of my truck. But I didn’t need a gun. I wasn’t afraid of this motherfucker. I’d seen combat. I’d fought with the real enemies. And I’d won.

“Get the fuck off her; this is your only warning.”

The asshole laughed, fucking laughed at me. He stood up—his pencil thin dick waving at me.

“What are you going to do, freak? Fight me?” His eyes seemed to be a darker shade of blue and his pupils were dilated.

“Yup. What does shooting me accomplish? You go to jail and never see Isa again. Put down the gun and let’s have a fair fight. The better man wins.”

I glared at Isa, praying she could read my mind. I needed her to remain calm until I could unarm this psycho.

His gun now pointed toward my chest.

“I am not going to fight together with you, you monster. Turn around and walk out of here so I can have my way with my girl. Or you can stay and watch, if that is your thing.” He turned to Isa. “It didn’t have to be like this. All I ever want is to be pleasing to you.”

I mouthed, “go with it” to Isa.

She touched his waist. “You are. Let me show you how much I want you, how much I always wanted you.”

“You mean it?”

“Yeah. It’s always been you. Since we were kids.” She caressed his hand and kissed him on the lips, and he slowly placed the gun on the table next to the bed.

This had gone on long enough. I ran toward him and lunged at his neck, pulling him off of Isa.